It... wasn't an answer he was expecting. His eyebrows loft slightly, and as she says the problem is your face he has peculiar, unexpected flashbacks to Faolan growling the same thing at him.

I'm not trying to patronise you, Faolan, please -- just... help me understand why you're upset.

Your face. The way you looked at her. At both of them. All of them, I don't know.

The startling similarity makes him momentarily unsure if she's... trying to flirt with him, or simply terribly candid.

"... Well," he says, trying to recover himself. "I suppose I should take that as... a compliment?"

It's a question, because he's honestly not entirely sure if it's meant as one. Is it?